Victoria smiles at the quip about the brooding nature of the elder Harmer sibling, as it touches on a trait not unnoticed by many of his coworkers, the geneticist included. Of course, she is more interested in the little white pills passed to her by Blaire, little acts of grace smaller than the pads of her fingers. Thank god. "Bless," she is swallowing them now, the knowledge that the relief will be coming soon already comforting her mind despite not having felt the actual effects yet. With the amount of these tiny pills she pops, one would think she has another addiction beyond the bottle. Now she just needs food in her empty stomach, and a scorching cup of coffee running down her still raw throat.
"Next time though, take me with you," she winks in response, rolling back her shoulders to try and stretch out bones locked from her bizarre sleeping positions. No matter how she falls asleep, the woman always wakes up as compact as possible, rolled up or pressed against the wall her bed sits against. As though there is something wrong with the rest of her queen sized bed such that to rest on it would be a transgression.
"I'll keep that in mind- I'll never refuse the offer of a drinking buddy," Victoria looks up at the ceiling, a wry sort of smile twisting still at her lips. "I feel I've read somewhere that it's become unfashionable to drink alone too often- mustn't fall out of style."
"He should be by now- rest is not in the young director's vocabulary," Victoria responds before the two briefly part ways. Blaire moves towards the food, Victoria prioritizes mud. After getting her mug, the woman picks up three slices of bacon and a mushroom omelet. Her fondness for alcohol and coffee is almost exceeded by her love of mushrooms in any form. Almost.
She wonders at Blaire's frequent attempts to nab the attentions of Dr. Mason. Victoria finds him agreeable in the same way one might a porcupine- cute in a prickly, don't come hither sort of way. He gets the job done and, for the most part, greenlights most of her proposals for projects. That's all she can really ask- and he's likely the only boss one could have that wouldn't bother trying to send a card or flowers when Aron died, something that she deeply appreciates. Besides, she sort of feels that he is what the head of a strange research facility like Plumeria ought to be- just enough Shelley to keep things interesting, but not so much that it disturbs any reporters or supporters. It's a balance she finds deeply amusing.
Victoria sits across from Blaire and takes a long drink, enjoying the warmth that immediately fills her stomach. "I'd check the lab. He may be working through meals- if you find him, give him a granola bar or something, will you?"